On the list of all-time dumbest ways a horror movie character comes back to life, only Freddy Krueger’s flaming dog piss resurrection ranks higher.
If it didn’t have two big stars and the clout of an A24 banner, I doubt people would pay one-tenth of the attention given to “A Ghost Story.”
“Among the Living” excels at eliciting reactionary impulses. Getting an audience to invest in true immersion however is easier said than done.
What really ends up lost in translation is the film’s entire cinematic language for sensibly spinning a scary story.
A sudden sprint to end credits leaves an impression that “The Hatred” would willingly settle for “meh” when a bump in effort might have yielded more.
The final cut to black comes so abruptly, you’ll swear it can’t really be the end, even though you’ll welcome the merciful fact that it is.
It’s like someone shot random footage of a woman walking around and writhing naked on a bed, and was dared to cut that content into a coherent story. That’s a dare lost, by the way.
While it may not work as a whodunit, the movie satisfies as an immersive period piece punctuated by brief bits of ghastly gruesomeness.
“The Mummy” hits more of a bloop single into right field: good enough to get on base, not so much for driving in a go-ahead run.
Unless you find creaking floors and slowly opening doors to be spooky, you’re in for one excruciatingly uneventful movie.
“Jackals” has external appeal as a moderately frightening thriller, but not enough depth for scant scary movie satisfaction to last very long.
“Ghost House” is a standard vengeful ghost yarn whose only unique draw is the Thailand backdrop behind its setting and mythology.